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THE BRETHREN:!

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THE BRETHREN:! A ROMANCE OF THE CRUSADES. I BY SXDER HAGGARD.] CHAPTER XIX.-Continued. I Before the Walls of Ascalon. I As he spoke the lightning flashed and showed her face as she stood there against a back ground of green leaves and red lily flowers. There was a. strange look upon it- a. look that made Godwin feel afraid, he knew not of what. Why- did I take yrra into my inn yonder in Beirut when you were the pilgrims Peter and John? Why did I find yoa the best horses in Syria and guide you to the Ai-je-bal ? Why did I often dare death by torment for yon there? Why did I save the three of you? And why, for all this weary while, have I- In its fierce, fiery glare he saw Masouda standing with outstretched arms. I who, after all, am nobly born-beoome the mock of soldiers and the tire-woman of the princess of Baalbec?" "Shall I answer?" she went on, laughing. "Don,btless in the beginning because I was the agent of Sinan, charged to betray such knights as you are into his hands, and after- wards because my heart was filled with pity and love for-the lady Rosamund?" Again the lightning flashed, and this time that strange look had spread from Maeouda's face to the face of Godwin. "Masouda," he said in a whisper, "oh! think me no vain fool, but since it is best! perhaps that both should know full surely, tell me, is it as I have sometimes-" Feared?" broke in Masouda with her little mocking laugh. Sir Godwin, it is so. What does your faith teach—the faith in which I was bred. and lost, but that now is minei again because it is yours ? That men and women are free, or so some read it. Well, it or they are wrong. We are not free. Was I free when first I saw your eyes in Beirut, the eyes for which I had been watching all my life, and something came from you to mt-, and I-the cast-off plaything of Sinan- loved you, loved you, loved you—to my own doomr Yes. and rejoiced that it was 30, and rejoice that it is so, and would choose no other fate, because in that love I learned that there is a meaning in this life, and that there is an answer to it, otherwhere if not here. Nay, speak not. I know your oath, nor would I tempt you to its breaking. But, Sir Godwin, a. woman such as the lady Eosa-1 mund cannot love two men," and as she spoke Masouda strove to search his face while the shaft went home. But Godwin showed neither surprise nor pain. So you know what I have known for long," he said, "so long that my sorrow is Jost in the hope of my brother's joy. More- over, it is well that she should have chosen the better knight." Sometimes," said Masouda reflectively, "sometimes I have watched the lady Rosa- mund, and said to myself, What do you #aok? You are beautiful, you are high-born. you are learned, you are brave. and you are good.' Then I have answered, You lack wisdom and true sight, else you would not have chosen Wulf when you might have taken Godwin. Or perchance your eyes are blinded also." [All Rights Reserved.] I Speak not thus of one who is my better in all things, I pray you," said Godwin in a vexed voice. By which you mean, whose arm is, perhaps, a little stronger, and who at a pinch could cut down a few more Saracens. Well, it takes more than strength to make a man- you must add spirit." Masouda," went on Godwin, taking no note of her words, "although we may guess her mind, our lady has said nothing yet. Also Wulf may fall, and then I fill his place as beet I can. I am no free man, Masouda." The love-sick are never free," she answered. I have no right to love the woman who loves my brother; to her are due my friend- ship and my reverence—no more." She ha-a not declared that she loves your brother; we may guess wrongly in this matter. They are your words—not mine." "And we'may guess rightly. What t £ en?" Then," answered Masouda, there are many knightly Orders, or monasteries, for those who desirts such places—as you do in your heart. Nay, talk no more of all these things that may or may not be. Back to your tent, Sir Godwin, where I will -end Abdullah to you to receive the jewel. So, farewell, farewell." He took her outstretched hand, hesitated a moment, then Lifted it to his lips, and went. It was cold as that of a corpse, and fell against her side again like the hand of a corpse. Masouda shrank back among the flowers of the garden as though to hide her- self from him and all the world. When he had gone a few paces, eight or ten perhaps, Godwin turned and glanced behind him, and at that moment there came a great blaze of lightning. In it.s fierce and fiery glare he saw Masouda standing with outstretched arms, pale, upturned face, closed eyes, and parted lips. Illumined by the ghastly sheen Ii of the levin the face looked like that of one new dead, and the tall red lilies which climbed up her dark, pall-like robe to her throat—yes, they looked like streams of fresh- shed blood. Godwin shuddered a little and went his way, but as she slid thence into t'he black, embracing night, Masouda said to herself: Had I played a little more upon his gentleness and pity, I think that he would have offered me his heart-after Rosamund had done with it-aoo in payment for my services. Nay, not his heart, for he has none on earth, but bis hand and loyalty. And. being honourable, he would have kept his promise, a.nd I, who have passed through the harem of Al-je-bal, might yet have become the lady D'Arcy, and so lived out my life and nursed his babes. Nay, Sir Godwin; when you love me-not before; and you will never love me-until I am dead." Snatching a bloom of the lilies into her hand, the hand that he had kissed, Masouda pressed it convulsively against her breast, till the red juice ran from the crushed flower and stained her like a wound. Then she glided away, and was lost in the storm and the darkness. (To be continued.)

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